In an instant, Xiu Yi gathered his strength and made a sudden return leap forward, his body like a charging cheetah, nearly grazing the ground in an incredible assault posture, swish swish swish swish.
Zi Yu's movement technique surpassed even Xiu Yi's; she sidestepped and dodged, swiftly delivering a palm strike to his side, gentle like a dragonfly skimming water, barely noticeable.
Xiu Yi hadn't even had time to smile when another series of palm winds struck down, too fast to describe: "Inner Strength, Falling Snow Technique - One Hundred Twenty-eight Styles."
Slap slap slap slap...
At this moment, Zi Yu's golden eyes were fully open, and the Falling Snow Palm seemed to resonate strongly with her innate ice attribute. Even the moisture in the air gradually transformed into snow under her continuous striking, softly falling...
So fast!
